I Am Not Yet This Wreck.
Be, and in being become. Become.
Adrenaline tensions, certain
Death let me see all. Blinded
Flash became breath.
See? What I did?
Blind’d spires aspire to be. Just be, to exist
Is bliss, without this it’s just….is.
Be, and in being become. Become.
Adrenaline tensions, certain
Death let me see all. Blinded
Flash became breath.
See? What I did?
Blind’d spires aspire to be. Just be, to exist
Is bliss, without this it’s just….is.
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